Morning Fog

The thick wall cozies against the window,
Concealing the morning behind shades of gray,
Except for a single spot of warmer hue
Rising on the horizon;
I watch the grays move and shift as they slowly wane,
Revealing a muted scene to the score
Of a few barking dogs
And subtle laps of waves against the shore;
The blues take over the greys,
Warming up the expanding sea and sky,
For all to see.

Be well,

Monty